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Gabe was not the only wolf to look somewhat silly during this interaction. Indie herself had just come from the ocean [practicing her swimming and strengthening her sea legs] and her thick northern's coat remained deflated from the water's leaded grasp. The thick, salt mist that pervaded the coast, Indie could do without – but it was different when the same salt water came in the form of the ubiquitous tide. When surrounded by the water, the starlet felt bouyant, weightless and free... caressed and cosseted by the currents flowing in and out, in and out, in and out. It was soothing, but the moment she stepped her long limbs out of the sea she immediately became aware of how she was plagued by the stickiness of the salt water. It stuck to her fur and it smothered silken plumage [as well as her natural vivacity, which was closely tied with her vanity]. Perhaps Indie was destined to be High Priestess, to live her days out with all four feet forever planted on the ocean floor.

But, for once, Indie did not bother to preen herself and nibble the residual brine from her coat. She was happy to have found a Drudge with some personality – some pizzaz, even if it did come in the form of sniffing trees. Indie enjoyed the presence of strong men and while Gabe didn't exactly give off a commanding vibe, he certaintly wasn't the broken thing that had fetched her a meal from the beach not long ago. So, she entertained his musings. "I heard once that the soul of a tree lives in its sap," she began, cocking an onyx eyebrow at him. This wasn't necessarily true, as Indie honestly wasn't concerned with nature and its theories [and never sought out information concerning such], but Indie was a storyteller at heart and she would always steal a chance to weave a tale.